Hong Kong

by Coonts, Stephen

• ISBN13: 9780312253394
• ISBN10: 0312253397
• Format: Hardcover
• Copyright: 2000-09-01
• Publisher: St Martins Pr

Summary

ISBN: 0312253397 TITLE: Hong Kong : A Jake Grafton Novel AUTHOR: Coonts, Stephen EXCERPT: CHAPTER ONEOne tiny, red, liquid drop of blood was visible in the center of the small, neat hole in China Bob Chan's forehead an inch or so above his right eye. Chan's eyes were wide open. Tommy Carmellini thought his features registered a look of surprise.Carmellini pulled off his right latex glove, bent down, and touched the cheek of the corpse--which was still warm.Death must have been instantaneous, and not many minutes ago, Carmellini thought as he pulled the glove back onto his hand.The diminutive corpse of China Bob Chan lay sprawled behind his Philippine mahogany desk in the library of his mansion on the south side of Hong Kong Island.When Carmellini had eased the library door open a few seconds ago, he had seen the shod foot protruding from behind the desk. He scanned the room, then entered the library.The side of the room opposite the door consisted of a series of large plate-glass windows accented with heavy burgundy drapes. Through the windows was a magnificent view of the harbor at Aberdeen. Beyond the harbor was the channel between Hong Kong Island and Lamma Island. A few lights could be seen on sparsely populated Lamma, and beyond that island, the total darkness of the South China Sea. Tonight the lights of the great city of Hong Kong, out of sight on the north ~side of the island's spine, illuminated a low deck of stratus clouds with a dull glow.The band at the party on the floor below this one was playing an old American pop hit; the tune was recognizable even though the amplified lyrics were muffled by overstuffed furniture and shelves of books that reached from floor to ceiling.Tommy Carmellini looked around, trying to find the spent cartridge. There, a gleam of brass near the leg of that chair. In the subdued light of the library he almost missed it.He stepped over, bent down, looked.7.65 millimeter.That cartridge was designed for small, easy-to-conceal pocket pistols. Difficult to shoot accurately, they were serious weapons only at point- blank range.Standing in front of the desk, he put his hands on his hips and carefully scanned the room. Somewhere in this room Harold Barnes hid a tape recorder eleven days ago when he installed the wiring for a satellite dish system.Presumably Chan had ordered the system so that he could watch American television. Perhaps he was a fan of C-Span, which was broadcasting the congressional hearings concerning foreign--i.e., Chinese-- donations to the American political parties in the last election; in the past ten days his name had certainly been mentioned numerous times in those hearings.Alas, Barnes had left no record of where he hid the recorder. He had been shot in the head the night after he completed the installation.Carmellini was certain Barnes would have used a recorder, not a remote transmitter, which would have been too easy to detect and find. One reason he was certain was that he had known Barnes, a quiet, careful, colorless technician who had gone through the CIA tradecraft course with Carmellini. Who would have suspected that Barnes would be the first of that class to die in the line of duty?The mikes....Harold ostensibly spent four hours on the television satellite dish system, a system he should have been able to install in two. If he followed normal practice, he would have hardwired at least two tiny microphones, one for each track of the recorder.The chandelier overthe mahogany desk caught Tommy's eye. Ornate, with several dozen small bulbs, it would attract Harold Barnes like sugar attracts a fly.Carmellini studied the chain that held the chandelier.There was a wire running down it....no, two wires--one black wire and the other smaller, carefully wound around the chain.Barnes could have put a mike in the chandelier, another anywhere in the room--maybe the desk or over by the reading

Author Biography

As a naval aviator Stephen Coonts flew combat missions during the Vietnam War. A former attorney and the author of eight New York Times bestselling novels, he resides with his wife and son in Maryland. He maintains a Web site at www.coonts.com.